FAIRYTALE NIGHTMARE
The sun peeked through the window of Speed and Trixie's suite the next morning, waking the bride as she opened her eye to the playful ray of light. She yawned and stretched like a sleepy kitten and reached over to feel for her husband. She became awake when she realized his side was vacant and then she heard the rushing water of the shower. The water was turned off and she knew Speed had finished because she listened to him whistling tunelessly as he finished his toilette. The door to the bathroom opened and Speed stepped out, clad in only a towel wrapped around his loins so Trixie closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He glanced briefly over at his wife in the bed and then went to the open suitcase to get his clothes, his back turned to her and she opened her eyes to tiny slits to admire her husband's muscular physique. All though of average height he still was a magnificently built man who never failed to cause her pulse to quicken or her heart to pound and now she could see and feel his body every day and most importantly, every night. Last night, as it had been every night since the wedding, they made love ardently until sheer exhaustion overtook them, falling into a deep peaceful sleep locked in each other's arms.
Trixie continued leisurely watching her husband as he hummed softly, taking his articles of clothing out of his bag and then whipped the towel off and sat on the edge of his side of the bed. Trixie blushed in spite of herself at the sight of his bare bottom as he planted himself on the bed to begin dressing. With a mischievous smile she decided to make her presence known. She ran her fingers slowly and silently across the bed and up Speed's bare back, stopping at his shoulder blades in a slow caress.
A deep "Hmm" came from Speed who said in a teasing voice, "If you keep that up, I'll never get to the track this morning. And you know I have to practice for the race."
Trixie giggled, "I know but I couldn't resist."
Speed chuckled, "And you call me insatiable." He stood up to adjust his shorts and fasten his white jeans and then continued, "What's with the pillow up your shirt last night?"
Trixie leaned back against her pillows with a slight frown should I tell him what I suspect? She remained quiet while trying to decide as he got to his feet and donned his blue sport shirt with the gold "G" on it. Like before every race and practice she could tell Speed was getting into race mode, his ki was tense and focused and he appeared anxious.
Speed turned around and regarded his wife quizzically. "So?"
"So what?"
Speed sighed as he tied his red neckerchief on completing his dress. "Okay, Trix, okay. If you don't want to tell me, that's your choice." He threaded his black belt through the loops of his pants and the jerky way he did it indicated his irritation with her.
"I'm sorry, Speed," his wife said contritely. Trixie got to her feet and tried to placate him but miffed he walked away and grabbed his helmet and gloves and strode to the door.
"I'm late for the track. I'll see ya later." Speed tossed over his shoulder as he let himself out, slamming the door.
Trixie flinched at the angry sound, her shoulders slumped as she sat disconsolately on the bed, fighting tears as the morning nausea began its assault on her. She ran to the bathroom just in time.
Later that evening, the two were getting ready for Prince Omar's ball and banquet. The ruffled feathers of the morning's disagreement were long forgotten as both Speed and Trixie were completing dressing.
Speed was finished tying his tie and reached to splash on some cologne. He cast a glance at the closed bathroom door and wondered why Trixie had been so adamant about not being in the room dressing with him, after all they were married for three months now, for Pete's sake. If there was any inch on her entire body that he hadn't seen by now, he needed glasses. But considering her behavior of late, he decided to humor her to keep the precarious peace between them intact. He shook his head as he slipped his deep crimson Go Team dinner jacket also with a gold "G", on. "C'mon Trix! Aren't ya ready yet?" he asked with a touch of exasperation.
"I'm almost ready! Just let me finish my makeup," she called out from behind the door.
"Okay. But get a move on, the ball and banquet starts at 8," he informed her as he took a seat in the chair by the window to wait.
After a short while the door opened and Trixie stepped out with a flourish. "Well?"
Speed shot to his feet, his eyes wide cobalt pools. He always knew Trixie was beautiful no matter if she were in jeans or a gown but he could just stare at the candy apple red vision that was his wife. "Wow," he said in awe taking in the strapless skintight silk sheathe ball gown that clung to every lovely curve. The gown was stitched with gold and black beads in swirls that surrounded the dress. But the one outstanding feature that drew his attention then ire was the slit on the right side that went up to above her knee, revealing her shapely calf. The dress oozed sex appeal.
Trixie smiled, pleased at his reaction but her smile disappeared with his next statement. "Ah, d'ya have another dress you can wear, Trix?"
Dismayed she asked, "Why, Speed? Don't you like it?"
He nervously ran his hand through his coal black hair. "S-sure I like it, baby. It's just a bit too…revealing."
"Revealing?" Trixie echoed. "Speed we're going to a formal ball, not a swap meet or drag race. Besides," she added. "I had this gown made in Paris especially for formal race events. Your mother thought it was magnificent." She studied herself in the full length mirror
He muttered, "Humph! Why don't you just wear a nightgown? It covers more. And that horny prince doesn't need any more ideas."
"What are you implying?" Trixie asked sharply.
"Nothing. I have eyes though," Speed said sullenly.
"Ohh! You're absolutely ridiculous." She flounced over to the dresser to get her long black gloves
Speed suddenly realized he had to make amends. He said placatingly, "It's a groovy dress, baby but I'd rather you wear something else." He turned his back on her with his arms folded and swallowed hard, trying to stem the rising heat in his body. If that dress was causing him to get aroused at seeing her in it, he shuddered to think how the prince would react. His highness had made it abundantly clear that he was attracted to his wife.
But Trixie, who saw Speed's reaction and wrongly ascertained it as rejection became infuriated. "Speed Gregory Racer, I am wearing this dress. It's a ball gown and extremely appropriate so if you have a problem with that, deal with it."
Speed found her attitude was making him incensed so he countered "Yeah, and your old buddy Omar's gonna just love it too, huh?" He regretted saying it the minute the remark left his mouth.
Trixie whirled and skewered him with a look. "If you don't trust me, Speed, then we really have nothing to talk about." She said coldly as she raised her head in a haughty fashion and tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm. She turned her head and avoided looking into his earnest blue eyes.
"Look honey, you know I trust you. I just don't trust that prince. He was all over you at the airport and if he weren't a prince I'd have cleaned his clock."
Trixie sighed, "You don't have anything to worry about, believe me, Speed." She reached and ran her fingers through his hair and caressed the side of his face.
"I just remember how he was drawn to you three years ago." Speed said with a pout.
"But you never said or did anything at the time to make me see that it bothered you," Trixie pointed out.
"I know but it did," Speed said dourly. He glanced at his watch. "Hey we'd better shake a tail feather, it's almost 8." He took her elbow and they left the suite to head to the ball.
The royal palace of Prince Omar, ruler of Soofki, was a large impressive structure, placed strategically on a hill overlooking the government center of the capital city. A long winding road led to the dwelling and the Mach 5 rumbled to the expansive staircase leading to the entrance. A royal footman opened the car door and offered his hand to assist Trixie out as Speed exited on the driver's side. A valet then got in to drive the car to the parking lot over by the pool.
Speed was a bit antsy about allowing the man to take the wheel. "Be careful, buddy. The Mach 5's not like other cars."
"Don't worry, sir. I'll see to it that she's parked in a safe area." The young valet shifted to drive and roared off.
Trixie came to her husband's side. "Relax, Daddy. Your little baby will be fine."
Speed grunted, "She better be or I'll have that guy's hide." He grasped his wife's elbow and they climbed the stairs to the palace entrance. They walked into the foyer and were amazed at the grandeur of the building, an actual fountain and koi pond in the center.
"My goodness, " Trixie remarked. "How incredible."
Speed nodded as he guided her into the enormous ballroom, threading their way through the crowd of racers, their mates and the press, paparazzi scattered throughout like rats at a county fair, their flashbulbs strobing all around.
"Well, that figures," Speed said with disgust as one paparazzo flashed his camera in his and Trixie's face, startling them.
"Speed, please no scenes. The last time you mixed it up with a photographer, you almost got busted and Pops almost had a coronary," Trixie reminded him.
Speed grinned at his wife. "Take it easy, sweetheart. I promise I'll be a good boy now if you promise me you'll be a bad girl later."
"You're disgusting, Mr. Racer."
"Yeah Mrs. Racer, but don't ya love it," he said wickedly as he nuzzled her neck, planting soft kisses in the nape of her slender neck.
He then pulled her closer into his chest to continue when an embarrassed "Ahem" stopped him. Speed looked up and fought his rising annoyance when he saw Prince Omar standing in front of them, smiling.
"Well, hello my friends. So glad you finally got here." His black eyes lit up lasciviously as he feasted them on Trixie in her red ball gown. "Trixie, my dear, you look absolutely stunning, a gossamer vision come to life." He took her hand and kissed it slowly as Speed's eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"Oh, by the way I want you both to meet someone. What do you think of the setup and décor?" He directed the question to Trixie whose arm he had taken hold of while Speed, with no other alternative left him followed glumly behind.
"I think it's lovely, Your Highness," Trixie said in a polite and soft voice. Speed just grunted as Trixie threw him a disapproving look.
Omar smiled, pleased by her approval. "Thank you my dear. But the real credit goes to my dear cousin who dropped everything and came here all the way from Kapetapek. Ah, here she is!"
He led them to a petite feminine form in peacock blue satin with her back to them. Even without turning to the casual observer, the woman was a beauty, her raven hair swept up in an elegant French twist and a string of diamonds encircling her neck. Omar addressed her cheerfully.
"Sibana, my love I'd like to introduce you to two dear friends. Mr. & Mrs. Speed Racer," he began but his cousin turned around and smiled at the couple brightly, and then she lowered her lashes flirtatiously at Speed who was speechless.
"Oh Omar, my dear you're mistaken. I know these lovely people quite well. As a matter of fact, Speed and I are old friends, aren't we?" she purred as her blue eyes sparkled and she threw her arms around a flabbergasted Speed and Trixie watched with growing ire.
"Uh, h-hi Sibana. Long time, no see," Speed stammered as he gaped at the loveliness of the woman before him. Married or not he was a man after all and he couldn't help but admire Sibana until he received a hard elbow in his ribs from his wife. He laughed nervously as he reached for Trixie and brought her forward. "You remember Trixie? We're married now."
"How good of you to remember, Speed," Trixie said sarcastically as she glared at her husband.
Sibana's eyes narrowed slightly and she pasted a shallow smile on her exotic features. "Of course I do. How are you, my dear?"
Trixie, always aware when she has a rival for Speed, immediately picked up on the other woman's covert hostility and responded with polite coolness. "Just fine, thank you. How are you, Sibana?"
Sibana nodded her head regally. "I'm fine thank you, Trixie. And you amaze me, you look absolutely lovely. Usually ordinary looking girls can't look glamorous no matter how hard they try so I guess marriage must agree with you."
Trixie's eyes glowed with green fire as she recognized the thinly veiled barb aimed at her. But she fought the urge to retaliate in kind as she smiled sweetly. "Thank you so much for noticing. But I guess it's true," she said resignedly shrugging her slender shoulders. "When you get married your priorities just change." She brushed an imaginary strand of hair back with her left hand, allowing the diamond and gold band on her finger, her irrefutable proof of belonging exclusively and totally to Speed, to pick up the overhead light from the chandelier bringing the other woman's eyes to the rainbow dancing there.
The action scored a direct hit as Sibana smiled coolly, her eyes flashing. "I guess that's what they say." She tried a different strategy as she suddenly remembered the two men standing there. She slithered over to Speed and asked him, "How about a dance, Speed? For old time's sakes?"
Not wanting to appear ungracious he replied, "Uh s-sure Sibana. I'll be right back, Trix," as Sibana pulled him to the ballroom floor in front of a stunned and angry Trixie, leaving her with Omar much to the latter's delight.
"Well, Trixie I guess that leaves us. Would you do me the honor?" Omar offered his arm chivalrously and having no other choice, she took it and allowed the prince to lead her onto the ballroom floor where she planned to keep a watchful eye on her husband.
Because the racers entered in the rally hailed mostly from the states, Prince Omar had the musicians play American pop favorites so the ballroom was filled with dancers. They had been playing energetic mod numbers and rock but at present they were laying some slow paced songs, giving the party a subdued romantic mood. The floor was filled with couples swaying to the music.
Speed was leading Sibana in the slow dance, trying to keep a respectable distance but the woman wrapped her arms about his neck, plastering herself to him as music floated in the air.
"Ohhh Speedy! Isn't the music dreamy?" Sibana cooed as she snuggled closer.
"Uh, yeah it's groovy," Speed replied absentmindedly as he squinted at the crowd through the dimmed lighting, looking for his wife and the prince.
"You know Speed, when you left my country three years ago, I never forgot you. You were so brave and fearless, rescuing me when Kadar tried to make me his. Yet you stepped in to save me. I owe you my life, Speed." Sibana said shyly as she drew closer.
Speed looked at her lovely upturned face and peacock blue eyes and suddenly all he saw were sea green eyes with a delicate bow-shaped mouth, framed by silky chestnut curls as at that moment, the orchestra began playing a lilting instrumental version of "When I Fall In Love." Then Speed spotted his wife and the prince on the dance floor and he felt a cold rage build in him at what he saw.
Omar was holding Trixie close, far closer than what could be considered decent let alone respectable. His left hand was holding hers, close to his chest and his right hand was located on the small of her back, inches above her shapely derriere and moving lower. Speed's eyes narrowed, as he became angrier at each passing moment. He wasn't even aware of Sibana any more as he muttered silently to himself that joker's skating on thin ice. Prince or no prince, if his hand goes any lower on my wife's ass, I swear I'll break him in two.
Desperate to get away he said to Sibana, "I'm sorry, Sibana, but I'd like to take a break. How about we sit this one out?"
Sibana pouted prettily as she whined, "Oh Speed, I'm enjoying this so. Couldn't we at least wait till the song ends?"
He was wracking his brain to come up with an excuse when a firm tap on his shoulder interrupted Speed's dilemma, "Mind if I cut in?" He tore his gaze away from Trixie and Omar to see the amber orbs of Kim Jugger, whose expression was taciturn but laced with steel. Speed then noticed that his wife and the prince had disappeared and were nowhere in sight. He felt a rising sense of panic.
"S-sure Kim. No problem," Speed thrust Sibana into Kim's arms as he took off to find Trixie.
Sibana was dismayed as she called after his retreating figure. "Speed, where are you going? Ohh!" she said petulantly as she found herself dancing in the strong arms of Kim Jugger. She gazed up into the molten eyes of the dashing racer and she shrugged. "Well, if I'm the hostess I guess that means I must dance with everyone," she sighed in resignation.
Kim gave a short brittle laugh. "Don't act like it's such a chore, Sibana. After all I do recall that it wasn't so long ago you begged me to keep my arms around you and not leave you."
Sibana looked bored. "Did I? I can't recall."
Kim smiled a wry half-smile. "That's what I love about you, Sibana. Your beauty is surpassed only by the shallowness of your emotions."
Sibana's eyes narrowed as she hissed, "You weren't exactly complaining when we made love for three days straight."
"Was it three days? I find it hard to remember," Kim said casually but there was a flicker in his eyes that went undetected by Sibana, who began gushing over Speed.
"Ohh, it was so wonderful to see Speed again. He's even more handsome than I remember. I knew that one day our paths would cross again," she simpered.
Kim snorted in derision. "Sibana my dear, you really should calm yourself. Acting like a silly schoolgirl with a crush really doesn't suit you. And over a married man."
Sibana gasped as his remark drew blood but she smiled at him and countered, "And jealousy doesn't suit your 'couldn't care less' attitude, Kim."
Kim danced Sibana off the floor and deposited her unceremoniously to the side by the buffet. "Always a pleasure, Sibana. Next time try not to drool so much, it's rather obvious and quite embarrassing." He laughed at her murderous expression as he turned and strode off.
Meantime, Speed was wading through the crowd of racers and their mates, his eyes panning the sea of humanity for the scarlet clad brunette that shared his name. He was glumly wondering if he would ever find her when he saw the silhouette of two figures dancing on the moonlit terrace. With a scowl marring his sculptured features, Speed made his way over. . . .
Prince Omar had guided Trixie to terrace while dancing to the strains of "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" and he held her close while whispering caressingly, "Trixie, you don't know how long I've dreamed of holding you like this. From the moment I heard your lilting voice, speaking encouragement to me as we were in captivity, I yearned for the day that I could hold you and tell you how I feel."
"Your Highness, I-I think we should go back inside now," Trixie stammered.
Omar chuckled, "Surely you don't begrudge a lonely prince a dance with the most beautiful woman here?"
Alarmed by the prince's ardent words, Trixie tried to loose herself from his tightening grasp but found he had an iron grip. Her fear rising, Trixie's eyes searched the throng at the ball for her husband, saying to herself Oh Speed, where are you? Still with Sibana? Please come here, I need you!
As if on cue, Trixie felt herself wrenched from Omar's arms and she was never so happy to see Speed's handsome albeit livid face. Annoyed, Prince Omar whirled to be face to face with the enraged racer.
"So what the hell's goin' on out here?" Speed snapped.
Prince Omar smiled a shaky smile. "Nothing at all my friend. I was just dancing with your lovely spouse as you danced with my cousin. She did say you two were 'old friends'," he insinuated wryly.
"Out here?" Speed questioned hotly as he ignored the sly suggestion.
"Well, it is a lovely evening. And the dance floor was getting crowded," Omar said, shrugging his shoulders indolently.
Speed tried to keep a rein in on his temper. As it was, he was reaching the boiling point at the prince's cavalier attitude concerning his over attentiveness toward his wife and he determined that the best thing was to leave. Without even saying good night, he grabbed Trixie's elbow and propelled her away from a dumbstruck Omar roughly dragging her through the crowd to the door.
As they exited the ballroom Sibana called out, "Yoo hoo, Speed!" but he paid no mind and just kept going, his hand gripping Trixie's hand so tightly, the diamond on her engagement ring was cutting into her finger. He practically pulled her arm out of its socket as he angrily stomped down the stairs.
"Speed, you're hurting me!" Trixie cried but he was oblivious.
"Hey you! Go get my car now, the white one with the M and the five!" Speed barked at the surprised valet. "Well, whattya waiting for? Move!" The young man took off with a displeased scowl, muttering something about "ugly Americans."
Trixie tried to calm him down. "Speed, you shouldn't talk that way to a royal servant, in a country that we're guests. You'll cause an international incident."
"Like I give a damn! Who cares?" Speed snorted.
"I do. I care how these people think about you," Trixie said soothingly, putting her hand on his shoulder.
Speed eyed her disdainfully as he shrugged her hand away. "If that were true, Trixie, you'd have done what I asked and worn a different dress. I think you enjoyed having that horny prince all over you in there!"
Trixie felt as if she were slapped. "Speed, how could you say that?"
"Simple," was his curt reply. "Because it's true!"
"Ohhh, you're impossible!" Trixie said, incensed. When he was like this, there was no way to reason with him.
The Mach 5 rolled up to them and the valet exited and immediately rushed over to Trixie to assist her but Speed wrenched her away snarling, "Get your damned hands off my wife." He pushed her into the passenger side and slammed the door then leapt over his door and behind the wheel. He then gunned the Mach 5 away the palace and roared down the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust as the paparazzi, which had followed the couple out flashed their bulbs.
The door to the hotel suite banged open and the couple strode angrily in, Speed slamming the door. Trixie threw her evening bag on a chair as her husband began jerking at his bow tie to remove it.
"Well, I'm glad we got back here in one piece. For a while I had my doubts," she remarked pettishly.
Speed's eyes narrowed and he whirled on her. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. But I guess I wouldn't know how to drive safely, I am only the defending Formula 1 champion racer, after all."
Trixie sighed, "Speed, I didn't mean that. I just think that you drove a bit too fast to get here and was it really necessary to use the Autojack at that intersection? What has gotten into you?"
Speed stood there with his arms crossed, his eyes flashing, looking like he wanted to say some things but wouldn't. Instead, he snorted, "Maybe you're sorry you married me. That's why you let that prince grope you on the terrace." He turned away abruptly.
Realization dawned on Trixie's delicate features. "Is that what this is all about? You're upset with me about that. It wasn't my fault, he was holding me so tight I couldn't get away. Besides," she added becoming angry herself, "You were wrapped around that boa constrictor on the dance floor, I saw you."
Speed flinched at the accusation tossed at him. "Who, Sibana? I was just trying to be gracious."
"Gracious? That's a laugh! She was all over you like a cheap suit," Trixie pointed out heatedly.
"Trixie, all I did was dance with her. I didn't take her out to the terrace under the moonlight, the thought never even entered my mind," Speed defended. "Unlike your prince."
"He's not MY prince," Trixie retorted. "Anyway, she was so obvious. And as usual, you just stood there, like you do whenever a female plasters herself to you. We may be married but some things never change," she said derisively.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Speed demanded.
Trixie got right into his face. "That means that I know exactly what's in Sibana's mind. The last time we were at her country her grandfather, Chief Zuma chose YOU to be her husband and she was clinging all over you. You sure didn't discourage her then, either."
"I didn't accept if you'll remember," he pointed out.
"And I heard what you said on the plane when we left Kapetapek three years ago. That someday you'd come back. Well, congratulations, you got your wish, the two of you can pick up where you left off for all I care. I hope you're satisfied!" she cried as she burst into tears and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. The sound of her deep sobs tore at his heart.
Speed was filled with remorse as he pounded on the door. "Aw Trixie, come on. You know I didn't mean it, so come on out, please. I'm sorry I blew up at you."
Her sobbing continued as he remembered the incident she was speaking of. . . . .
Flashback:
The Go Team was boarding the plane home at the Kapetapek Airport and Speed was bringing up the rear, his eyes on the lovely Sibana. She was waving to him and he waved back, then entered the plane. He went to his seat and looked out the window as the plane taxied down the runway and took off and up.
He mused out loud to himself, "Someday, I'll come back."
Speed had no idea that across the aisle a pair of sea green eyes watched him and then turned quickly away as Trixie felt the sting of tears. For the rest of the ride home, she avoided Speed, even when he came over to try to talk to her she pointedly ignored him, recoiling from his touch, much to his dismay. Upon arriving home she continued her vow of silence, refusing his phone calls. After a week of being extremely persistent, he had finally broken her down and they made up but she never told him why she was so upset with him.
End Flashback
Speed sighed as he tried again. "Please, baby, open the door. I hate it when you cry and even more when we fight, please, please come out and talk to me," he begged but to no avail, Trixie was crying too hard to listen.
He persisted, "Aw come on, baby you know that the only woman in the world, the only woman ever for me was and is you. The first time I saw your pretty face, I knew it, you changed my life forever. I don't want Sibana, or anyone else, it's you, Trixie and nobody ever."
The sobbing was subsiding but Trixie remained locked in the bathroom so Speed sighed and walked over to the quadraphonic stereo in the first-class suite. He turned it on and twisted the dial looking for some soothing music and a soft instrumental version of "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" began playing throughout the suite. Speed sat down wearily and rubbed his eyes when the bathroom door opened suddenly and Trixie stepped out. They regarded each other with uncertainty, the angry words spoken between them still hanging in the air and between them like an invisible force field, keeping their distance from each other. But as the music played, like a melodic key unlocking the imaginary door that separated them, as if she were under the spell the music wove Trixie walked slowly to the chair her husband was sitting in and stood before him.
Speed sat there and watched as his wife held her arms out to take his hands and pull him to his feet to dance as her soft voice sang the words to the song surrounding them. She continued in a sweet almost croon in his ear as they swayed to the gentle song. Her voice mesmerized him as he filled his senses with her presence and Speed felt swept away by the silken feel of his wife in his arms.
"Ohh, Trixie," Speed murmured as he buried his face in her fragrant hair. "I'm so, so sorry for the way I acted. I just saw that prince with his hands all over you and I lost it. Forgive me, sweetheart?"
"Only if you'll forgive me, Speedy," she replied as he swooped her up into his arms and kicked open the door of the bedroom.
He said no words but answered her by slowly slipping her gown off and then divesting himself of clothing as he picked her up and placed her on the bed, covering her body with kisses. They then proceeded to let their actions speak for them as they made slow, languorous, unhurried love with each other. As they both reached climax and then drew away, Speed was speechless but for one sentence.
"You're forgiven," he said huskily as he captured Trixie's lips again.
Meanwhile, at his palace, Prince Omar and his cousin, Lady Sibana were sitting in his parlor in deep discussion as the last guest departed.
"Well my dear, did you get the poor unsuspecting fly into your web this evening?" Omar asked as he sipped at a goblet of champagne.
Sibana sniffed, not caring for the allegory. "I got to dance with Speed if that is what you're referring to. But Kim cut in on us before I could get anywhere."
"Ah yes, your erstwhile suitor. Well, that must have been quite interesting."
What about you, I saw you had maneuvered Trixie to the terrace. Did you fulfill your dream with your dream girl?"
"Alas, I too was interrupted by the irate bridegroom. He was in quite a temper too, I was a bit worried about my health. I know he's quite the fighter, he'd have given my bodyguards a battle I'm sure."
Sibana laughed scornfully, "You'd never dirty your hands in a fight with Speed Racer would you, Omar dear."
"Sibana, I am a royal prince, the crowned ruler of Soofki. Of course I'd never risk my life in such a foolhardy manner," Omar admonished. "Which leads us to the next phase."
Sibana's blue eyes lit up with interested malice. "Oh do tell, cousin dear, do tell."
"All in good time, my love. All in good time," Omar promised with an evil glint in his eye.
TO BE CONTINUED---TRIXIE'S SUSPICIONS ARE CONFIRMED AS SHE AND MOM RACER GET EXCITING NEWS
NEXT---CONFIRMATION
